Wake up in the morning sun, sit up in bed and stretch.
My little body, puffy limbs.
I just turned three years old, my memory is still intact, but my body is growing like a person.
The day I was born, I saw an angel, but the other side immediately sighed as if it had given up, and then it was gone.
The angel hasn't been seen since.
The memories that remain with me are intact.
I was reborn as a baby with memories of my previous life, memories of living for decades.
Alexander Carlyle.
That is my new name.
I was born the eldest son of the imperial duke Carlisle, and lived a life unencumbered by a nanny parasol.
When I learned to waddle, a girl my own age was brought in beside me.
Angelica Silva.
My bride, the only daughter of the rising nobleman Baroness Silva.
I saw her father's true colors.
Those of us with memory know the power structure of the duke and the baronet.
If the Duke insists, it's the quasi-duke who can't say no.
My daughter-in-law, who is the same age as me, is still good.
If the Duke is a pedophile and wants a girl who's just learned to walk for his bride, the power relations between the two sides are such that he can't say no.
She's physically a tottering child, but in spirit she's much older than her father.
Even though she's his wife, of course she can't look at him like that.
Angelica - while practically watching over Angel, we have established a good playmate relationship.
Good morning to you: ...... Alec Shama: ......
That Angier woke up beside me.
She always sleeps in the same bed, still half asleep, and her tongue is even more slurred than usual.
Good morning Angel, do you want to go wash your face?
"Alec Shakashatakosyo ga Isukashi ga Isukashi ......
Well, let's go then.
I pulled Angier's hand and went out of the bedroom, which was large enough to be a playground, into the hallway.
There was a maid, Amelia, whom I knew well.
Amelia, one of the hardest working people in the house, bowed deeply to me.
Good morning Miss Alec, are you getting ready for the morning? Let me help you.
Don't worry, we can do it ourselves. But first, you need to tell your father I'm going to say good morning later. Otherwise, your father will come over here.
"The master is very fond of you, isn't he?
However, your father is a duke, and it would not be a relief for him to show too little dignity.
"Oh ...... Dear Alec, what a brilliant man you are. ....... I get it! This Amelia, I'll talk to your husband,
Are you okay?
"Yes! Just tell her the truth about Alec. If you tell the truth that Alec is the most adorable and handsome person who comes to greet you, the master will have to wait too!
Snorting, Amelia makes an emphatic statement.
I was almost pressured by the momentum, but you sounded like you'd understand.
Okay, then, you're in charge.
"Yes!
*
In the afternoon, from this day on, the tutor began to be assigned.
In a room of a house, two study desks and a blackboard.
The young male tutor who had been assigned to me and Angier was enthusiastic.
Then we'll start with reading and writing.
"Yes, nice to meet you.
"Oh, please.
I bowed, and Angier, who was sitting at the desk next to me, hurried to do the same.
Then I'll pronounce it first, and then you can read it.
The tutor wrote the letters on the blackboard and read them with clear pronunciation.
Angier and I would read them as we were told, imitating them.
After the tutor taught us how to read, we were instructed to dictate the words in our notebooks.
It's new to learn letters from scratch, it's been decades since I've done something like this.
I take it easy, but Angier works hard.
It's so adorable to see a newborn baby doing this, I want to reach out and pat his head.
By the way, this study room is not a closed room.
It's not the window that's open, but the door.
Through the open door, your father and mother are in the hallway, watching us as we study.
What they are doing is a peeping Tom, but I can see it.